The native servants retained their customary quarters, below stairs.

It was a peculiar condition that all of the native servants were men; no women were employed in the great establishment, nor ever had been.
Far in the night, Genevra, sleepless and depressed, stole into the hanging garden.

Her mind was full of the horrid thing that had happened to Hollingsworth Chase.

He had been nothing to her--he could not have been anything to her had he escaped the guns of the assassins.

And yet her heart was stunned by the stroke that it had sustained.